The Fire Of Souls

The Fire Of Souls

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The Damnats -the warriors of heaven, the Healers-the healers of the earth, the Erudites-the readers of minds and at the same time the most cultured people and last but not least, the Proclaimers of Death-the soothsayers and the people who can talk to those in the Underworld. Four divisions, one soul, one choice. What happens when the Gods cannot decide your destiny because you cannot belong to one division, but to all? Such a rare event, but the Proclaimers of Death already know what this means. Times would change and not for the better, and everything depends on her for the prophecy not to be fulfilled.
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Two divine sisters tore a newborn world apart-and left mortals to decide its fate. From the Creator's dream rose Aeliana, Goddess of Dawn and order, and Nyx, Queen of Shadows and possibility. Their rivalry, once a distant celestial dance, became open war. Lesser gods chose sides. The sisters descended and forged champions: the radiant Aethra and the fearsome Umbrals-masterworks so specialized that, in some gifts, they rivaled their makers. Stars went dark. The earth split. In grief and fury, the Creator bound His daughters deep beneath the world. The land took a new name: Aethelgard-the God-Prison. But their armies fought on. Seeking balance, the Creator spent his last spark to make Humanity-creatures of compassion and cruelty, capable of mediating light and shadow, and, through discipline, of climbing toward godhood itself. Apotheosis became the ultimate mortal dream. A thousand years of uneasy peace followed. Ambition broke it. The War of a Hundred Races redrew the map in blood. From the ruins rose seven powers, with fragile city-states between them. In secret, Aethra and Umbrals manipulated the living like pieces on a board. Now the stalemate frays. Old songs stir. Hidden weapons wake. Heroes and monsters-sometimes the same-move in the dark to claim a future neither goddess could foresee. Welcome to Aethelgard, where gods are buried, mortals reach for heaven, and one choice can unmake a world.

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